Guilt

Today, a Saturday, the Girl has a birthday party to go to. Zach is taking her so I can sit home and finish off the last of my homework and get everything turned in. And I feel guilty. The last 12 weeks I have been more of an absent mother than usual, what with all the time supporting my dog habit with hours spent on the computer. I should have more of a Girl habit, and I feel awful that I haven't, right now. Also feeling guilty that I never learned to roller skate, so I'd feel like a dork taking her to the party anyway, being as how I'd have to crawl on my hands and knees.

So I get to be a mother again in a week or so. Will I be good at it? We'll see.